Dance when know one is watching. Dance to express what the soul cannot speak. Doesn't care if it looks like the Carleton from "Fresh Prince of Bel Air." To Dance may not be in the literal term. I use it figuratively as an expression of oneself. Some recent conversations with family have started my inner creativity to bubble to the surface. I haven't felt this inspired to be inside my own head since I was a teen. I hope it's not a short lived fantasy, but one more stone in my path of self discovery. The concept that my imagination is endless and even if I can't physically be experiencing life in the way I think I should, I can go and do whatever I want with with it. I want to take you there. I want to scrape off the dust of my own story, or one I would like to have.
To dance is to move, and to move is to be alive.
Breath with me.
~L
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